This is the view of Mazinaw Lake at Bon Echo Sunday morning. The fog and mist were sitting heavily on the water, reducing visibility to about 15 feet. It was an eerie otherworld, both quiet and loud with tiny sounds echoing off the cliffs we couldn't yet see. It was one of the most remarkable outings.
This was our first visit, so along with limited sight-lines we had no familiarity with the geography to guide us (other than our maps) but it didn't take long to see vague darkness ahead - the cliffs.
Eerie. Quiet. Beautiful.
Looking back:
It's amazing to see trees growing in the rocks, many with exposed roots. And there were lots of spiderwebs hanging from their branches. The webs were coated in the heavy mist and looked like strings of beads.
Industrious critters.
The cliffs are known for the Native pictographs or rock paintings -- the following being one of the more commonly seen in photographs:
And one last surprise of the morning -- on the way back, this butterfly appeared out of the mist on the lake, catching me by surprise. It was so colourful against the grey sky.
